I . The Accused: “Your Honor… And if I were a troubled lad and if indeed I did go bad, it matters not what I've done since? No point in trying to convince when crushed between the iron jaws of merciless inhuman laws. Can I forgive those who would shame my lifetime's work, my own good name? II. The Accusers: “J'Accuse!... I hang a cloud above your head that will be there until you're dead. The tarnish on your sterling name will cast a shroud of doubt and shame. What can restore the brilliant sheen I have besmirched with the obscene? The truth? Don't make me laugh, my friend; pack up your bags, this is the end. III. The Moral of the Story The mighty tumble to the ground; they crash and burn without a sound; their lives are ruined—and no one cares? Perhaps it is that no one dares to say a word in their defense against such power, so immense! The question then: what will you do when Me Too tars and feathers you? Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.